Chip sat upside down on the couch, his legs dangled over the back and his head over the front. Brad lay on the floor watching a fly buzz around the ceiling.
          "So what have we got down?" Brad asked, still staring.
          "The title," Chip replied listlessly.
          "You'd think after three hours we'd have more than that," Brad said to no one in particular.
          "Maybe we're just looking at it all wrong," Chip announced, twisting himself into an upright position.
          "And how to you propose we look at it?" Brad mused.
          "Well if we're getting to write it down, then the show will be based on our ideas," Chip enthused.
          "I'm listening, I'm listening," Brad cooed, sitting up.
          "It means the others have to let us have a bigger say in proceedings…cos let’s face it…so far they're taking over," Chip said bluntly.
          "I agree," Brad nodded. "So where do we start?"
          "Well…we know the title…and the host is Clive…I've got it…I'VE GOT IT," Chip beamed.
          "What, what?" Brad asked excitedly.
          "The points SHOULD matter," Chip said with a wry smile.
          "That's brilliant," Brad gasped. "Hey and maybe…maybe we should changed the names of the games…like…’Broadcast’ for Weird Newscasters, ‘The Party’ for Party Quirks and ‘Noir’ for "Narrate." "Ohohohoh and we could have games that involve more complex things…the type of stuff they used to do on S&M," Chip babbled.
          "That'd be great…what's S&M?" Brad perked, caught up in the excitement of the moment.
          "It was as improv show with Tony Slattery and Mike McShane…the others will know what I'm talking about," Chip smiled.
          "This show is gonna be great," Brad grinned.
          "Dan and Drew won't know what's hit 'em," Chip jeered.
          "Shame Wayne's not here though," Brad sighed.
          "Yeah, he'll be missed," Chip added.
          They fell silent.
          "Over it?" Chip asked.
          "Oh yeah…let's order pizza," Brad perked.

          webmistress note: this chapter included because gnome stuffed up the numbering system. Go figure.
          Pompous Gits and Unfunny Foes…

          "Can you believe the dick jokes we used to get away with?" Tony chuckled.
          "I think Ryan managed to rhyme penis at least once every show," Greg chided.
          "That's why my hoedowns are shit now…" Ryan sighed.
          "You're not wrong…even Colin's are better than yours," Greg mused.
          "Why thankyou," Colin grinned.
          "This isn't helping organise the show," Ryan grumbled.
          "You're right…Tony, who do you think the audience would like to see?" Greg asked as he produced a pen and paper.
          "Hmm…well there's Josie," Tony replied.
          Greg, Ryan and Colin nodded and mumbled, "of course."
          "Steven Frost…he was always popular", Tony suggested.
          "Yay someone I can look in the eye," Ryan mock cheered.
          "Someone else to cop all the bald jokes," Colin sneered.
          "John Sessions," Tony shrugged. "No, you're right, he was a pompous git," he muttered answering his own question.
          "What about Caroline?" Greg piped up.
          "Yeah she was hilarious…or are you just saying that cos she groped you?" Ryan asked, looking at Greg.
          "I thought she was a funny woman…I can put in a call to Denny if you want," Greg snide.
          "Ohh that's mean," Colin chided.
          "And cruel to any audience," Ryan nodded.
          "Oh oh…Niall Ashdown…he was quite good," Tony perked.
          "I liked him," Colin nodded.
          "OK…so that's Josie, Caroline, Steve, Niall and Tony…I think we need one more just to even it up," Ryan announced.
          "Rory?" Colin shrugged.
          "Let's have someone who can do more than just impressions," Greg grumbled.
          "My, we are bitchy," Tony giggled.
          "Well we couldn't play questionable impressions with him…not with how bad we are," Colin said matter-of-factly.
          "Maybe we can invite him on later," Ryan suggested.
          "Do you think Richard Vranch would do the music again?" Greg asked.
          "Yes, I think he'll jump at the chance," Tony smiled.
          "That should be enough…until we get things under way," Ryan perked.
          "Now we've just got to tell everyone," Colin breathed.
          "Looks like we've got some door knockin' to do," Greg sighed.
          "Unless we decide to make it slightly more interesting," Ryan grinned.
          "I really don't want to know what you are thinking," Greg said, looking seriously at Ryan.
          "I want to know", Colin piped up.
          There was a brief silence.
          "Well go on…tell us," Tony insisted.
          A wry smile spread across Ryan's face "Well…"